Nightfall

Chapter 116—The Warm Candlebox

Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was surprised, and then angry, feeling hurt and esteemed, staring at Ning Que, and confessing nothing. He lowered his voice and sternly said: "Hugh talks nonsense, or else blame me Shooting you with a palm, like a small character like you, don't take out your little cleverness! "

The fat genius boy looks so disappointed that it looks a bit cold. However, Ning Que had no fear, leaning on the wall, looking at him with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Have you killed anyone?"

Chen Pipi opened his mouth slightly, trying to answer a few words arrogantly, but unable to say anything, he had to look down at his toes.

Ning Que looked at him with interesting eyes and continued to ask: "Have you ever killed a chicken drum?"

Chen Pipi lowered his head and put his hands behind his back. His fingertips touched away with difficulty. He squeezed his lips tightly and refused to answer this question. He twisted his obese body to the left and right, like a dead child who was aggrieved and hurt his self-esteem. .

Ning Que laughed and looked at him with a sigh and said, "I want to come here except to step on a few ants inadvertently on the road. Your white and tender hands haven't even touched a blood star ... Then don't learn others to use life and death This kind of thing threatens people, and there is not much effort to make people laugh. I want to remind you that you should not talk about me. "

After listening to these teaching coins, Chen Pipi walked away with a puffy face.

It was still early in the morning, and I could still go to the bookstore to attend classes, but Binghao struggled to return from death, and his body and spirit were extremely tired and weak. Ningque would not play a good student who was obedient. And in the vague memory yesterday, there was a vague passage where the female teacher promised to take time off for him, so he decided to return to his home in Lane 47.

With the **** umbrella as a stick, the teenager after the trauma slowly walked out of the old book building, walking like a morning exercise old man, walking away from the edge of the wetland in the morning light, passing through the quiet side alley, and walking to the college Outside the main entrance.

Outside the simple stone gate of the academy, there is a large blanket of green meadow like a felt. There are more than ten lanes of stone slabs hidden in the middle of the meadow. There are no regular planting of many flower trees on the edge of the lane and the depth of the meadow. In midsummer, the flowers on the tree have long been replaced by lush, tender branches and leaves, and they are rejoicing.

There was a carriage at the end of the green tree stone trail on the meadow. The carriage had been waiting there for a long time, and the horses bowed their heads wearily. There was a little girl in a maid's clothes squatting by the car. She had not slept all day and night, and her little black face became a little blushed because of fatigue and fear, as if smeared with Chen Jinji's fat powder.

Yesterday morning, I did n’t wait until Ning Que returned from the murder, and asked the serious servant to ask around. Listening to the sound of the rushing horseshoes on the long street, Sang Sang knew that something went wrong, and she forcibly suppressed the uneasiness at the end. Silently waiting in Lao Bi Zhai, but when the carriage came back to Ning Que but still did not come back, she finally couldn't wait any longer.

Ask the driver to confirm that Ning Que went to the academy in a carriage in the morning. Sang Sangluo thought about it and directly took out twelve silvers. He asked the driver to take himself to the academy, and then squatted silently beside the green trees on the meadow beside the carriage wait.

She didn't know if Ning Que was injured, but she knew that he must have been seriously injured. She might secretly recover from a hiding place in the college, so she didn't dare to ask the teachers and students in the college. She could only wait.

Squatting next to the green trees in the meadow, watching the stone gate of the academy being shrouded in the night and being awakened by the morning sun, watching the lights of the bookstore inside lit up and out, listening to the students chanting aloud, looking at the little old shoes The ants came and went again and again, watching someone walk into the college and someone walk out of the college, but they didn't see the guy.

The college student came in a carriage and saw Ning Que ’s little maid squatting beside the road. It was inevitable that some people had stepped forward to ask a few words, but she ignored it and stubbornly closed her mouth. Yan, just looking at the entrance of the college.

After watching it all night, as if watching it for a whole life, Sang Sang finally saw that figure.

She rubbed her astringent eyes, her pale face gradually relaxed and gradually became bloody, closed her eyes and clenched her fist in her chest, murmured something, and stood up quickly with her hand on her knees because the squatting time was too long. Her thin legs were a little bloody, and her thin body almost fell when she was shaken.

Ning Que, holding a **** umbrella, walked slowly to her, looking at this little black face that was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar, and looking at the tired and worried face, a pity filled in her heart. Although the life and death of his master and servant have experienced too many times in this life, it is still the most joyful thing to be able to see each other after crossing life and death.

He opened his arms very naturally, trying to put Sang Sang Lou into his arms, but suddenly found that the little maid was a little taller than he was in Weicheng, and had reached his chest. He was subconsciously startled and did not continue to put She hugged her arms, but reached out and fell on top of her head, rubbing with a smile.

Sang Sang raised her face and giggled.

The two turned around and helped each other to walk towards the carriage. There was a tacit understanding. They didn't say a word at the entrance of the college.

The driver yawned, and he fell asleep in the compartment last night, and his body was extremely tired, but he was holding a dozen or two silvers, and he was tired, not to mention that his right hand flicked the whip to save a flower in the air. There was a snapping sound, the left hand gently raised the reins, and the horseshoe stepped on the ground, and the car slowly started to move enough.

Ning Que's voice in the car said in a hoarse voice: "Very tired, go home and say, the knife is below, remember to take it away later."

The carriage arrived at Lane 47, and the tired and wounded Ning Que didn't open his eyes as if he had slept to death. Sang Sang took out the Park knife into the **** umbrella and tied it to his back. Then, with the help of the driver, he dragged him into Lao Bi Zhai like a grain sack and stuffed it into the thin quilt.

In the hot summer, the thinest quilt is still the quilt. Ning Que's face was covered with red, sweating a lot, I don't know how long I slept, and finally woke up.

Opening his eyes and confirming that he had returned home, he took a deep breath, and the palpitations hidden deep in his heart finally had time to spread out, making him feel his hands and feet cold.

Staring at the light-transmitting glazed tiles on the roof, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "I have mentioned the college student named Chen Pipi with you recently these days ... you help me remember, I owe this guy Life, the right place in the future at the right time ... remind me to find a way to give him back. "

Sang Sang was pouring hot boiling water into the bucket at this time, preparing to wipe his body for him. Unexpectedly, he woke up, heard a word, and sat beside him and asked suspiciously, "How can I return?"

Although I don't know how that guy did it, he should have saved my life. I have said to you many times that there is nothing more important than your life in this world. Since it is so, no matter how much it will cost him to repay him in the future, he deserves it. "

Then he looked at Sang Sang's thoughtful face and smiled and reminded: "But we can't take our lives back."

"Master, what the **** happened?" Sang Sang asked softly, staring at his still pale cheek. "

That tea artist was a practitioner. I was badly injured. Finally, I only remember to faint on a street. As for what happened later, I ... not very clear. "

Ning Que thought about the wonderful encounters from the early morning of yesterday to this time, especially those feelings that were faintly blurred during the coma. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, frowning and repeating: "I really do n’t know what happened What happened. ""

I am a little hungry for some food. "He didn't like the situation in which changes happened to him but he knew nothing about it. After frowning and thinking, he didn't want to discuss this matter anymore.

Suddenly he thought of a problem, watching Sang Sang Mianlu begging and said: "Don't omelette noodles or fat sausage noodles, let alone the hot and sour noodle soup left over yesterday. Such hot weather must have been rancid ... For the sake of my young master, I almost died because of such a serious injury. Let ’s pay for it tonight. "

Sang Sang was soured by his nose. He thought I was just a little maid. Don't you dare to buckle you every day? Not because you want to marry your grandma in the future, you have to save some money for you.

"I gave the driver twelve silver ..."

She lowered her head and whispered: "When you were lethargic, young master, I went to the antique shop next door and asked his wife to ask for a bowl of radish, which had been poured into the pot and stewed with ducks.

After finishing this sentence, Sang Sang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and twisted it, then put it in the place where Ning Que ’s hands could touch, and walked outside. The reddish little hand was gently on the apron. Wiped.

Giving the coachman twelve silver coins, Sang Sang wanted to tell the young man through this sentence. Although he was young and frugal, he was not a little maid, and he was not reluctant to spend the money.

Ning Que lay in bed and looked at the busy little body outside the window, thinking of the annoying taste hidden in her previous sentence, and couldn't help laughing, but didn't expect Sang Sang to see him leaning on the bed, He walked quickly to the window and said angrily to rest, so he closed the outer window tightly.

The light in the room suddenly became very dim, except for the glimmer under the glazed tiles above the head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Only a warm candle lit by Sang San on the table in advance, accompanied him quietly on the bed .

Ning Que quietly looked at the candlelight on the table, the smile on his face gradually restrained.

Tea artist Yan Suqing is a practitioner. This hidden factor has severely ruined his plan. If it is not ruthless and lucky enough, maybe he is already dead at the lakeside, and it is impossible to escape to that street, and there is no chance to be in the college Hidden all night, and then met Chen Pipi, the little **** stick of Xiling.

During the period of coma on the street, he knew that something must have happened, otherwise he could not explain why the wounds on his body healed, or the pain caused by the invisible spear on his chest, but he did not know what happened at that time. What did Chen Pipi do to himself.

His thoughts were stagnant, his body was hurt, and he was covered with sweat in the summer heat. He felt that the skin on his body was sticky and a little tired, and he wanted to wipe it off.

Because he suddenly found that there was a shallow barrier between his finger and the wet towel.

… (To be continued)